Suffering for Art

Notice: he's smiling. He's very pleased to be making you an offering of red, fresh, hotsy-trotsy poetry.
Won't you try some? Won't you buy some?
He's smiling. Won't you?

Angel or Devil, I Don't Care

But whatever lies
behind the door,
there is nothing much to do.
Angel or Devil, I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you.
- from David Bowie's version of the Jacques Brel song, "My Death."